Golden Green ~

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Thank you Laurie Miller for these kind comments:

"The delicate greens in those pictures [the sand mill] ....remind me it's that shortest season of the year when 'Nature's first green is gold.'  Robert Frost is right.  The first green of new leaves in spring *is* gold;  I see it in those pictures.  And the leaf buds, as they break, *do* look like flowers.  But only for 'an hour.' "

Laurie, through your familiarity with poetry, you raise our awareness of nature's "first green." Thank you.